Twin life at it's finest

So... a little medical update real quick. Last week was my first week doing my fluids at home. The place that delivered all my supplies brought me a pump. Well for the last year and a half, I have just ran by gravity. Meaning there is no pump, we just hang the bag and let it flow. It normally takes about 1-2 hours to finish each bag. With this dumb pump is was going to take 10 hours per bag! I get 2 bags. I would be hooked up for 20 hours! With my medical background, I know how to work a pump, so I go in to try to change the flow rate. Of course, there is a code, so I call the place. They give me the code. I up it to 500ml/hour, so it would still take 2 hours per bag. I mean, that is much better than 10. Then a nice little note comes up saying the line is too small to run it that quick. Lovely, so I keep lowering it to find the fastest rate I could send it through. It ended up being 4 hours per bag. I mean, still better than 10 hours per bag, but I do have 2 toddlers that need their momma. I cannot stay locked in my room for 8 hours every week. I had to stick it out last week, but I was determined to get rid of that stupid pump by this week. I just needed regular tubing instead of the tubing that could only be used with the pump. Well after talking to the doctor she had sent an order to the company for the regular tubing. I talked to the company and they were supposed to call and set up a time for delivery. Fast forward to yesterday, I still had no call, so I called them. The lady tried to tell me that running at 100ml/hr will be faster than gravity. I have only been doing this for a year and a half, and I know that is not true. So I told her that. She then said, "okay" in the most sarcastic tone on voice. It made me so mad. I don't claim to have a lot of knowledge in things, but when it comes to my own medical issues and treatment, I have a lot of knowledge. Well, the tubing got delivered around 3:30 yesterday, and today I am hooked up and flowing quickly.

So after getting tons of supplies this is what is looked like. A mess. I had needles and tons of fluid and  stuff that is not toddler safe. I then went searching for something lockable to hold everything.

Then came sally's beauty supply. This little thing was 50% off last week. Yay! It holds everything perfectly. It locks, so it keeps little hands out of it.

On to the twin cuteness!

When people think of twins, they think of the messes, trouble and fighting. That is majority of my life. "Don't hit your brother" " Don't bite your brother" "That is not nice" "Tell your brother your sorry" "please don't spill that" I say this stuff regularly, but then I get cuteness like this. 

Jackson

Branson

Everything is about daddy. This day the boys were so excited to wear their "daddy shirt." If we pass any truck or tractor, it is daddy's. Even the shower is daddy's. P.S. please excuse my messy house in the background of all the pictures. I do have two toddlers. 

So I am having a hard time thinking of funny stories of my kiddos even though I seriously laugh so hard everyday at them. I do have a funny story from yesterday. We were sitting in the truck and Daniel showed me pictures of his job from yesterday. The boys of course want to see the picture, so Daniel showed them the picture. Jackson said, "Oh my gosh." I seriously laughed so much. It was hilarious, and totally caught me off guard.

Oh something else. So we have a piano and keep some papers in the bench of it. The boys take the papers out of it and pass one around to everyone. They then go to the piano and play and sing. They think the papers are song lyrics. If you don't sing, they look at you like,"what are you doing? read the words" It is hilarious.

So this is a gross story, sorry aunt karen. So Branson is obsessed with washing his hands or water in general. It drives me crazy. So the other day Branson decided to stick his hand in his poopy pull up, so he could wash his hands. I mean that is disgusting. He literally would stay in the bathtub all day acting like shamu if I let him. 

Life with boys is pretty disgusting. Yesterday, Branson was picking his nose. I told him to stop, and he told me he eats his boogers in the truck. yuck.

So Jackson is pretty much potty trained, but he cannot aim at all. One day, Branson decided to stand next to him after I told him to move. Yep, what you are thinking actually happened. Jackson peed all over Branson. Into the tub they went, which may have been Branson's plan all along. haha. "If bubby pees on me, I can take a bath." 

Hopefully I will remember some not so gross stories next time. haha. Being a mom of two boys is defiantly not for the faint of heart. 

Although my life is nuts and sometimes I feel like I have reached my limit, my boys are still the greatest gift God has ever given me. I hope I can teach them to be loving husbands and fathers someday. Most importantly, I hope they grow up to be God fearing men.